holding hope there is infinite hope, but not for us —Franz Kafka I try for upbeat a bright outlook, and do hold hope for the wild things not us that we fall away, a failed species like dinosaurs, dire wolves leave our mother the planet trying to restore, renew although petroleum products are slow to break down maybe she’ll create a creature to eat them I’ll hope for that in the meantime small details soothe— goldfinch crowd the feeder deer bounding over the fence